Page 83 of Every Step She Takes
“Yes, but I think I underestimated how humiliating it will be.”
“There is a steep learning curve, to be sure, but it’s not humiliating.” When she doesn’t laugh at my teasing, I take her chin in my hand and gently tug her gaze up to meet mine. “Will you come lie down with me?”
“Okay,” she whimpers.
I lead her back toward the twin beds. I briefly drop her hand so we can push the separate twins together into one king-size bed. I lie down, and Sadie eventually follows, careful to position herself as far away from me as humanly possible. We could fit another person between us. “Saving room for lesbian Jesus?”
“I know that pop culture reference! Hayley Kiyoko.” She smiles as she tucks both hands between her head and the pillow. It’s damn near the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
I prop an arm under my head to look at her. “Do you like Hayley’s music?”
She shifts restlessly on the bed. “Is small talk usually part of foreplay?”
“Anything can be foreplay if it gets you hot,” I tell her, trying to find a way to get her to relax. Desperate for a way to get her closer to me. “I once dated a person who always wanted to have sex right afterJeopardy!Alex Trebek’s mustache really did it for them.”
She stifles her laughter into her pillow.
“Actually, it was me,” I deadpan. “I was the one who always wanted to have sex afterJeopardy!I’m the one who loved the mustache.” Then I do the sign of the cross in bed. “Rest in peace, you silver-haired aphrodisiac.”
She doesn’t hide her laugh, and I risk scooting a little closer. She doesn’t scoot away, but her expression sobers. “I’ve never been in a bed with another woman before,” she admits quietly into the three feet between us. “Except my sister, but that obviously doesn’t count.”
“Didn’t you ever share a bed with a friend at a sleepover?”
“I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, and at the few sleepovers Ididget invited to, I would choose to sleep on the hard floor instead of sharing a bed. It made me too anxious, the thought of sleeping next to another girl.”
“Dude.” I draw out the vowels like the linguistic equivalent of an eye roll. “You were so gay.”
She buries her face in the pillow, but I can hear her laughter spilling out. “Iknow.”
I slide a little closer again, and her head snaps up when she realizes what I’m doing. “Is this okay?”
She licks her lips before she nods her consent. She’s only one-fourth of a Hayley Kiyoko away now. I wrap my free hand around her waist, and when she doesn’t flinch at the contact, I pull her even closer, so we’re face-to-face, bodies flush. I leave it at that for a moment, waiting for her to adjust to the touch.
When she relaxes a smidge, I weave my legs between hers. She stiffens again. Holds her breath.
“You feel really good,” I say, because she really does.
Some of the tension eases from her body. “Uh, so do you.”
We lie like that, with our legs and arms intertwined and our cheeks on the same pillow, waiting for Sadie to relax completely.
Eventually, her breathing elongates and her eyelids grow heavy, and I think we might fall asleep like this. Maybe that’s what Sadie needs. Maybe she needs time to work up to sex.
I would be more than content cuddling her all night long.
But then Sadie shifts and my knee accidentally presses between her legs. Her breath hitches, and we’re both very awake now.
She rubs herself against my knee again, not accidentally at all. I slide closer until my thigh is entirely between her legs, and she rocks herself until her breath sputters. She stops, starts to pull away, but I hold her in place until she relaxes again, then gently rock my clit against her hip bone, trying to show her thatshe’s okay, thatthisis okay. That she’s allowed to feel pleasure in whatever way works for her.
The confusing thing is that it’s working for me, too, even through all our clothes.
She feelsso good. She’s so soft, and her skin is like the cool side of the pillow. She smells sweet and summery, and I am seventeen, with a girl for the first time, excited over every little touch.
Sadie rocks against me, pushing her body into mine, grinding harder on my thigh, and it’s hotter than ten Trebek mustaches, and I’m spiraling out of control with want.
I want to finally get my hands on the dimpled flesh of those thighs. I want to slide a finger into her shorts and feel her wetness. I want to lick her off my own fingers while she watches. I want her on top of me and underneath me and I want her smell all over me.
I want to taste her, eat her,devourher.
